Tiger stood at the alley's mouth, nostrils flaring like a bull scenting blood.
His eyes, wild and unfocused, darted from masked face to masked face in the passing crowd. The world swam around him.
Then, like a shark zeroing in on a drop of blood in the vast ocean, Tiger's attention snapped to someone.
It wasn't a man swinging a panties-flag like you might have thought. But a woman sauntering past.
In a move too quick for his fucked-up state, he lashed out, yanking her into the alley's shadows as if she weighed no more than a scrap of paper.
"There you are," he snarled, spittle flying from his lips. "Another one who doesn't follow my rules."
Before the woman could even register what was happening, Tiger slammed her against the dumpster with bone-jarring force. Her head whipped back against the metal, her mask askew, revealing wide, terrified eyes.
